The State of "Ten": Poetry

(Ten is the number of Completion)

All is blessed
The world breathes with dance
And joy

We are there in ecstasy,
With bliss so profound it
Is in its highest plane

Oh, sing a song for me siren,
Release the blessed waters
From your mouth
How I see the world
so different now,
In glimmering gold and silver
Where every aspect is shot
Through with rainbows

Have I stumbled into a dream?
For I can’t recall those darkened
Memories behind me,
I can only thank the heavens
for my arrival
And know that my trials
were not to last
But I learned, how I learned to
Be better, to know this moment
For I would not have recognized it
If none of the rest had come before…

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